The night I learned for sure I had something special was the day before my nineteenth birthday.
I was upstairs in my room pacing back and forth like a crazy person. Maybe it was the sound of my footsteps that made Sally come in and check on me.
See, earlier that day something strange had happened. Something that had put me off. I'd showed up to my first anthro lecture and sat through a bunch of housekeeping and intro stuff I already knew well enough. The most interesting part of the lecture was Professor Chen's arse when she turned around to write on the blackboard. She had to stand up on her toes to reach the top, and when she did that her cute little butt poked out like she was asking me to walk up and grab it. My cock kept flinching up against my jeans. She must be twice my age, but wouldn't even come up to my shoulders. I could grab her and throw her around like any eighteen year old. Crazy.
So anyway I'd sat myself next to this Asian chick who looked like she didn't have much to say. I'm a slow one in the mornings. But Professor Chen's rear-end had woken me up well enough, so after the lecture I asked her out to get a coffee. She was happily surprised and went right along with me. Chinese accent, but nothing too hard to make sense of.
On the way out of the theatre I held the door to get a look at her as she went past. She's small as they come. Her perky little tits wouldn't be much on another girl, but on her tiny frame looked big enough to stick your face between. I could've closed my hand around her upper arm with space to spare. She was a pretty little Asian chick, dark eyes and silky black hair and pouty lips right out of some lewd anime. She was wearing a back top with just a sliver of crop, a tight black skirt that left the bottom half of her thighs showing, and high-heeled boots that went halfway up her calves.
We got our coffee and sat down in the sun. Her name's Nicole, and she just came over from China last month, and she wants to study law, and she speaks in that mousy voice all the Chinese girls get when they try English. I had to get her to repeat herself a lot. All those timid nerves get me hot, and after Chen it was almost too much. We were finishing our coffees and she was saying something about the lecture, and I was trying to make sense of it and get the image of her with my cock in her mouth out of my head. Something inside just clicked.
We were laying on our side, resting on our elbows and facing each other. She was saying "I liked her talking a lot..."
I reached out and ran my hand up her thigh. I worked it up under her tight skirt and started massaging her arse cheek. I felt her suck in a little shot of breath, and she shut up, but somehow I just knew it was all good. Something had clicked in me. I was telepathic. Or something. I had her in my hands. She could have her Chinese mum and dad in front of her begging her not to be a slut and she still wouldn't say no. Not to me. Not to anything.
I gripped her arse hard and then moved my hand up into her crack. I bunched her panties up and yanked them down a notch and then brushed my fingers on her cunt. Then I pulled back and ran my hand down her thigh again. Something about Asian chicks' legs gets me wild. I grabbed a handful of her thigh and squeezed until I felt my nails digging in. She let out a little 'oh' sound and my cock squashed up against my fly. A bit frantic, now, I pushed her shoulder and got on top of her. I put my right hand on her cheek and caressed her jawline, and with my left hand grabbed her tit. I could feel her erect nipple through her crop and bra, so I shoved my hand up both and pinched it between my thumb and forefinger.
We stayed like that for maybe fifteen seconds, my cock getting harder and my pinch on her nipple getting tighter. I stared down into her eyes and stroked her cheek. A bit of drool dripped off my lip and landed on the bridge of her perfect little nose, some of it getting in her eye. I twisted her nipple and she let out another cry, sharper and louder.
That made my cock about as hard as it's ever got, and I would've pulled it out and fucked her right there if weren't that it reminded me, also, that I was in public. I got a little shock and looked up. Not many people around, luckily, but a trio of girls were staring. Two of them were giggling, but the third--a chick from the anthro lecture with green and pink hair and tits like Sydney Sweeney--was looking all distraught, like I was raping Nicole or something.
I tried to flash them a smile and looked back down at Nicole. I was still pinching her nipple, but I'd let up the twist. One look in her face and I knew the spell was broken. I slipped her bra back on to her tit and puled her shirt down, then rolled off her back on to my side. She sat up straight away and looked at me like I was something out of a horror movie, wiping her eye. She wanted to say I'd jumped her, I think. But she couldn't. She wouldn't have let me do anything just then, and if I'd tried it on again I would've been jumping her. But she knew, just a moment ago, I could've done anything. I could've bent her over right there and fucked her and given all the private-school sluts something really good to gossip over.
So she got up a minute later and went off to her college. I got the tram straight away and thought about her tits all the way home. I thought I must've been crazy or something.
So when Sally came in in nothing but her gym gear the first thing I thought of was ripping it off her and fucking her tits until I shot my load all over her face.
"You alright bro?" She asked, cheery voiced as always. She's a few years older than me, turned twenty-two last month. A blonde with a come-hither smile and that curvy body all the Insta models gun for. She even has a page herself, showing off her sixty-kilo deadlifts to a couple hundred followers.
"Yeah, fine." I said. "Bit of a weird day."
I didn't really listen to what she said in response to that. I couldn't keep my eyes off her tits. Well, I thought, I might as well try it...
"...remember it took me all of first-year to settle in. What was so weird though?"
"Oh, nothing..." I said. I thought of how it had happened earlier. I'd just been fantasising about Nicole sucking me off. So I decided to try that again. I was standing up, so I just imagined Sally getting on her knees and slipping my cock out and running her tongue up along its length. I tried real hard to keep that image in my head while I said, "Meeting my teacher was a bit stressful. She seems so busy."
It was a lie, but nothing that would grow my nose too far. Sally made an 'aw' sound and started mouthing off about how stressed she was working as an Insta model. I thought about her pulling my foreskin back and circling her tongue around the tip of my cock. And then I thought, my sister...
If I didn't still half-think I was crazy, or that it was some random fluke, I probably wouldn't have tried it on my sister. Well, not blood-relatives, but close enough. It hadn't been easy growing up in a house with four women. Monica and Sharon weren't even twenty when Sally fell into their hands, and then they adopted Selin and me early enough that they're all I remember, basically.
When I was thirteen or so I figured out what the sounds that came out of mummy's bedroom at night were. Sharon particularly is a real screamer. I even started creeping on them for a little while. I snuck their panties from the wash and jerked off into them, took my chances to look up their skirts or down their tops, had a few little fantasies about them 'helping me out.' Stuff like that. One time I even snuck in their room while they were fucking. I was fifteen, and if I'd been caught there would've been some trouble. I watched Monica eating out Sharon's cunt for a few minutes. Sharon was moaning and spitting out little fragments of French. I don't think I've ever wanted to rub my cock on a chick's face quite so much.
For a while it pissed me off that they were lesbians. I even told them as much a few times. I was trying to be edgy and told them homosexuality was disgusting, and that women should find a man and let him boss them around. Monica acted all distraught, but Sharon laughed and said a boy would have to be an idiot to think any different. That got them in a little fight that cropped up in my wet-dreams for a week or two.
So it maybe didn't bother me as much as it would some other guy, that Sally's my sister. I thought through some of that stuff with my mums, and half-listened to her yap about her 'job' as a professional slut. She hadn't even wound down her first rant when I felt the click.
Sally faltered for a moment and then picked back up. That was the only sign, but everything was different. It was different for me this time too. I was sure, and I wasn't gonna let anything go to waste.
I walked right up to Sally and grabbed her shoulders. I pulled her a few steps further into my room and kicked the door shut behind her. She kept on yapping about some post her slut friends hadn't liked while I pushed her too her knees, but when I got my cock out she knew what she was doing. She licked right along up the shaft, just like I'd imagined, then put the tip between her lips and started sucking.
